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Look at that lil' *** Westside doped out Insane in the brain little ***** servin' caine Use to have to axe could he cross the street Now he's rollin' in a Gee the Gee is on E He's quick to hit you up with the two fingers spread (whats up?) Don't roll that **** (whats up?) and hold that **** (whats up?) Now you know what ****in' set he's claimin'A wild little ***** and it ain't no tamin'And just when you think everything is calm That ************ is the first to bum Like bang, ping, catch you with the sleeper He'll draw down and then check his beeper He's clockin' them chicks and bucks Gettin', his little **** sucked by the, clucks And will he do dirt? Fool oh please